Game 7 (feat. T.I., Brandon Rossi & Rara)

Super Sonics (Uh, yo, yo)

Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy)

Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know)

Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out)

Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin'

These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin'

Post up on your whole layup (Layup)

Numbers on the board way up (Way up)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah)

Okay, I'm all you can ask for

I'm in it ball to the wall, you can ask her

I'm going hard, knock a bitch he really care for

She call, I'ma do the dash, boy, in the mall, I'ma pay cash for it

Forever my lady in the new Mercedes

Kickin' shit I learned from hustlers in the eighties

Integrated pimpin' made it present day

Brought it up to date and turned it up a notch

Burn a couple zip, pop a couple pill

Pour a pint of lean, take a couple shots

Stick with me, we'll be, we're headed to the top

We'll hop out, look who in this motherfucker now ('Fucker now)

We'll hop out, look who in this motherfucker now

Pull— Pull— Pull up in the 911

Pull— Pull—

Pull— Pull—

Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy)

Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know)

Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out)

Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin'

These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin'

Post up on your whole layup (Layup)

Numbers on the board way up (Way up)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah)

I win, win, win, do this shit again

Shawty say she in, told her bring her friend

Tell 'em what they like to hear

Then get 'em up and now they goin' for a player

Staring at me like I'm Michael Jordan

Pull up in some shit like Michael Knight

Larry Bird shooter, bad bitch recruiter

All my jewelry on me, I'm on jury duty

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah)

Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy)

Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know)

Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out)

Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin'

These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin'

Post up on your whole layup (Layup)

Numbers on the board way up (Way up)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah)

I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well)

I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well)

I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah)

Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy)

Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know)

Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out)

Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin'

These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin'

Post up on your whole layup (Layup)

Numbers on the board way up (Way up)